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And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.

Nicole Lyons

One day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.
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Death Fall Grace Myself Pieces
And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
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Choice Hard Life Nature Poet
I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
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Myself Pain Promise Soul Touch
Whatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.
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Listening Noise Soul Yourself
You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.
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Tame Woman Yourself
She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.
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Beautiful Courage Darkness Earth Herself Strange
The tide has pulled the storm from my soul again. But in all that is right or wrong and pure, there is you, and your stunning ability to blur the lines and just be.
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Ability Philosophy Purity Right Soul Storm Wrong
I have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
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Easy Kiss Lips Myself
I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.
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Light Moon Myself Taste Thinking Yourself
Poetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.
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Art Character Judgement Love Poet Poetry Reveal Thinking
Some souls were never meant to be content.
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Satisfaction Soul
Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.
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Bold Children Light Rare Yourself
Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
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Business Forever Hate Heart Love Myself Patience
Every now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.
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Healing Help Myself Shine Travel Yourself
I write because suicide is no longer an option.
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Death Myself Option Suicide Writing
Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.
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Heart Illusion Love Mindset

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